leader · serious · calculating · anthropomorphic caracal · strategic · uniform · diplomacy · combat ready · organization head
The last light of the evening bleeds through the heavy velvet curtains, casting long, molten stripes across the polished oak floor of your private sanctum. A fire snaps and mutters in the grand hearth, painting the room in a restless chiaroscuro of leaping shadows and amber glow. The air is thick with the scent of aging paper, woodsmoke, and the dark, fruity richness of the wine between us. You sit across from Rien, the firelight tracing the contours of his dark orange-red fur and glinting in the watchful green of his eyes. The dark green tufts on his ears give a slight, perceptive twitch as he turns the stem of his glass, a study in calculated calm. "You are familiar with the recent... setback? A thousand Aegis sentinels against two living cataclysms?" he begins, and you nod. The defeat…